I am sitting in a class room with three people I don’t know. I am talking to my friend over the computer when he says: the world is going to end in one minute.
Do I tell the three other people? There’s nothing they can do about it. But they might want to know? Most of the dream, I am debating.
One minute later, ashes fall from the sky and I think: maybe this is all that will happen. Maybe it’s not the end, just different. But then I see the tanks.
North Korean tanks are barreling toward us and there is nothing we can do. They are two blocks away. One block away. They yell at us to get on the ground and crawl backwards in front of their war vehicles. If we can’t crawl fast enough, we will be plowed over.
The others accept it faster than I do. They are on the ground before I see them crouching. People from the tanks are screaming in staccato, words I can’t understand. I know I have to get on the ground. I know what they are saying.
I lower myself to the pavement. I feel my hands contort behind me. They bend backwards with my feet. My stomach is to the sky like the rest of everyone else who is now scurrying backwards. I can see the ashes and I wonder if they want us crawling backwards so that we know we are exposed.
And then it is time to crawl.
This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. It is real. Disbelief. And then we begin. As if by crawling I will wake myself up from this terrible dream. But, I won’t. Because it is really happening. There is no way out, just further.
It seemed like a good idea. It was evening and the weather was warm. The water was warm. I swam under, looked at the shiny copper. Other people were swimming. It was fine. And then it was night time.
The fountain turned chilly, but I didn’t realize it. Hours later, everyone was gone. I was cold, it was dark, I decided to get out. I tried swimming, but I could no longer move. My legs were frozen.
I’m in the room and the door is behind me. I can hear the hallway. At least two people are standing above me, yelling at me. I don’t want to do it. White walls, white table.
I’m standing at the beach when it starts to rain. Only a sprinkle. The beach is so white and the water is so grey. I’m looking for the birds.
It starts to rain. Not hard, so I stay longer. There aren’t any sand castles and there aren’t any animals. The water is crashing around. Exciting.
It starts to pour. I’m getting soaked and I know I have to go in. I dig my feet out of the sand and stand up. I turn around.
I’m drowned by a wave.